I was drillin', since I was a lil' one, Wait for while I was rappin' These cougars love me like Dizzell, but I ain't never did no actin' The ex make me feel alive, I still *** my ex, I say I don't But that *** a lie, all I ask is, ho, want waffles? No, she don't Must want some chicken fries, I'm a black beetle, I get high, I might jump in the crowd I don't like people, but if she fine, she gon' tell how I'm married to the streets, can't wife no freak, don't need no ring sign Don't care where I go, I bang that Eastside, with the art block up That lil' *** look like Jax Beach, nah, that *** ain't know I spend Rather it's beef or your bitch, they know I'm tryna get it in Dropped so much *** on 4-5, by now it's probably 36 Now I'm at the office, anytime I saw you, tried to bang that C And my momma a hair stylist, know I'm good at splittin' wheels Yeah, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, I don't slide with *** niggas But my car full of FNs, I was debuffed in that war Move like a shark, like I had a fiend, I was in the park After dark, nigga, your mama told you, come in, bitch, nigga I ain't have no curfew, they know don't play with them twins From Croft Island, them boys will murder you On Sundays, get in front of a pistol, in a casket, not a turkey I lost my weed, I need a 3-5, bitch, I feel like Kurt, dude I know I did lose my weed, like, that's a cold bottle, cause like You know what I'm sayin', you know, that ***'s a weed I need a boy, his brother named 3-5, yo, I know he miss him He need him, I miss my weed, I need a 3-5, too I need a 3-5, nigga, I need a 3-5, yeah